Summary: Just as they were about to do the final test-firing of new lazer
weapon, one of the members of a weapons specialist team goes out of the
protective room to retrieve something in the test chamber, only to suddenly
have himself placed in the line of fire.

It had all started on June 18th, which was when a handsome scientist named
Martin Langham had arrived at an abandoned warehouse, got out of his car and
walked over to the door, only to have him reach into his pocket, pull out and
gaze upon a picture of his estranged ladylove, Melissa Broderick and wish to
God that something would happen to help him return to her.

But that was before Martin's best friend and fellow scientist, Carl Langella
had opened the door, tapped on Martin's shoulder and asked, "Hey, Doctor
Frankenstein. Are you coming in to work or what?"

"Oh, sorry about that, Carl. Yes, I'm coming in," answered Martin, after
he had taken a deep breath, placed the picture back inside his pocket and
stepped into the building. "It's just that Melissa and I had gotten into
this big arguement about the project that we're doing for the U.S. Defense
Department, which had resulted in her breaking up with me...as in big time."

"Oh, Jeezus Fucking Shit!" said Carl, after they had reached a large metal
door and he had started pressing the numbers 216-285-440 on the keypad next
to it. "Oh, well. At least, we should look at it this way. After she had
finally calm herself down and realized that she wa being too hasty, Melissa
will run back, wrap her arms around you and apologize."

"You really think so, do you?" asked a skeptical Martin, just before Carl
had let out a small chuckle, turned his head towards his best buddy and
answered, "My friend, I happen to know so."

And then, after Carl had pressed the enter button and the door had opened by
itself, the two friends had walked into a room behind the door which has a
large cannon-type weapon housed inside of it.

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There is indeed a very old saying which states that there is nothing stronger
than true love. But the only problem is just how strong is true love exactly?
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Just then, while the two guys had looked at the big gun and wondered to
themselves what had possessed them to create such a monster, the third
member of their little team, Rachel Garner had walked into the room,
placed her motorcycle helmet on a nearby table, tapped her two co-workers
on the shoulder and asked, "Okay, you lugs. Since I had arrived, can we
get this testing phase over and done with?"

"Fine by me, Rachel," said Carl, while making sure that every wire connection
was in place for the final test-fire. "Because if you were to ask me, the
sooner we get this piece of monster crap out of here, the better."

And then, after the three team members had finally made sure that everything
was in place and ready for the test-fire, they had stepped into a protective
room and started programming the computer to start the sequence.

But then suddenly, Rachel had slapped her hand on her forehead and said, "Ah,
fucking shit! My Harley helmet! I've left it on a table in the test chamber!"

"Relax, Rachel. I've go in there, get your helmet and get myself back in here
before we have the chance to shoot that puppy off," said a helpful Martin,
just before he had stepped out of the protective room. "Just do me a favor
and tell the computer to hold on for a few minutes. Okay, Carl?"

"You've got it, good buddy," answered Carl, after he had given Martin a big
thumbs-up and just before he had started trying to get the computer to abort
the test-firing for a little bit.

But instead of doing exactly what Carl had asked it to do, the computer had
suddenly gone into the secondary protocol, which the U.S. Military had placed
inside the computr system to make certain that the test-firing should not be
delayed for even a microsecond.

And after the secondary protocol has been activated, the door of the
protective room had suddenly closed by itself, causing an alarmed Carl to
run over to the door and try to force it open, while Rachel was trying to
override the secondary protocol.

But then, after they had discovered that both attempts had failed and the
large blaster-cannon was enrgizing itself for the test-fire, Rachel had
waved her hand towards a still-trapped Martin and used sign-language to
tell him to put her motrcycle helmet on and dive for cover.

But after he had put on the helmet, the time for him to dive for cover had
to him too late, for the blaster-cannon had just fired and bathed everything
in the room -- including Martin -- with the energy from the blast.

And then, after the instruments had indicated that it was safe for them
to reenter the test chamber, both Carl and Rachel had stepped out of the
protective room, rushed over to Martin and started checking him to see if
he was alright.

But then, as soon as they were finally able to get the helmet off, the two
friends had recieved quite a shock, for they had discovered that the energy
from the blast had transformed Martin into a woman.

Just then, after she had woken-up from her little nap and placed her hand on
her forehead, the newly-transformed Martin had let out a moan and asked, "Did
someone get the license number of that truck?"

But after she had suddenly realized that the voice that had came out of her
mouth was not the actual voice of Martin Langham, she had placed her hand on
her throat and asked, "Why does my voice sound different?"

"We were afraid that you were going to ask us that, Martin," answered Carl,
after he had taken a deep breath and handed a mirror to his newly-transfomred
friend. "Now, you sure you don't want a seditive before you look?"

"What the freaking hell is that suppossed to mean?" asked a confused
Martin, just before Rachel had pointed at the mirror and answered, "On
second thought, you might as well forget about the seditive and take a
look anyway."

And then, after she had looked at her new reflection in the mirror and
relized what the energy from the blast had done to her, an upset Martin had
let out a scream of bloody murder, smashed the mirror against a wall and
yelled, "WHY ME?! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME?! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE
SUCH PUNISHMENT?!"

And after she had placed her hands over her face and began to cry, both Carl
and Rachel had agreed that hey might as well take Martin home before they go
to the U.S. Military liason and demand an explaination from him.

And so, after they had dropped Martin of at her place and left the scene,
the poor newly-transformed soul had walked herself into the bedroom, plopped
herself down on the bed and began to cry herself to sleep.

But that was before she had suddenly woken-up to the sound of someone walking
into the apartment and asking, "Martin, are you still home? It's me! Melissa!
I want to talk to you about somethng!"

And after she had let out a sigh and realized that there was no other way out
of it, a saddened Martin had gotten herself off the bed, stepped out of the
bedroom and walked into the living room, where she had tapped on Melissa's
shoulder, cleared her throat and asked, "Is there something that I could help
you with?"

But then, after she had looked at the newly-transformed Martin and placed her
hands on her hips, a suddenly-upset Melissa had given Martin a hard stare and
asked, "Who are you suppossed to be?His sister or something?"

"More or less," answered Martin, after she had taken a deep breath and just
before Melissa had pointed at her chest and said, "Well then, Little Miss
Homewrecker! You could just go ahead and let that son-of-a-bitch know that
I'm really through with him this time! Got that?"

But then, just as she was about to open the door and walk out of the
apartment, a saddened Martin had closed her eyes, lowered her head in
shame and said, "I'll make sure that he gets the message, Mel."

That had suddenly caused Melissa to turn towards Martin with a confused look
on her face and ask, "Excuse me for asking this, but what did you call me?"

"I've called you Mel, like I've always done ever since we've met and fell in
love with each other," answered Martin, after she had turned her head towards
Melissa with a single tear running down her cheek. "That's right, Mel. It's
really not a joke. It's me. It's Martin."

And then, after she had finally gotten it through her thick skull, a shocked
Melissa had walked over to Martin, placed her gentle hands on Martin's
shoulders and asked, "Wholy shit! Martin, what happened to you?"

"You might want to sit down, Mel. Because it's going to be a long story,"
answered Martin, after she had placed her hands on top of Melissa's and just
before they had sat down on the couch and he had told her what had caused her
sudden transformation.

And then, after she had just finished telling the story, a sad-faced Martin
had lowered her head, allowed a single tear to run down her cheek and said,
"It's hard to believe -- actually -- that it had to take something like this
to make me realize that you were right about the project that I was working
on all along. I'm really sorry about what happened to us, Mel. And if you
want to keep on hating my guts, I'll understand."

But that was before Melissa had placed her gentle hand on Martin's cheek,
allowed a smile to appear on her lips and said, "Well actually, Martin. I'm
glad that the accident had happened to you, because what I had really came
back here to tell you is that I'm a lesbian and after our fight, I was trying
to think of a way to tell you without hurting your feelings. But now that you
had been transformed into a woman, I'm suddenly finding myself falling in
love with you all over again."

And then, after Martin had looked up at Melissa's eyes and suddenly realized
that there was still a spark of true love between them, the two reunited
lovers had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips, just before
they had moved themselves into the bedroom, took off all of their clothes and
placed their nude bodies on the bed.

"Aaaahhhh! I've really...never had it done...to me like this...before!
Yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Mel!" said Martin, after Melissa had started
licking all over Martin's body -- all the way down to her hot, wet pussy
and carressing her firm breasts. "Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy
dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, at that exact moment, Martin had suddenly realized that even
though she had became a man trapped in a woman's body, she was experiencing
something that she had never experienced as a woman before, for she was
experiencing pure and untamed erotica...and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after Melissa had placed herself in front of Martin and started
rubbing their pussies against each other, a sexually-energized Melissa had
placed one of her hands on her own tits and the other hand on Martin's silky
thigh and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, MARTIN! FUCK ME! I WANT
YOU TO FUCK ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after they had started moving harder and faster and their
lovemaking has reached its final experimental stage, the two newfound lesbian
lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.

Then, after they were both finally able to catch their breath, Melissa had
placed her head on Martin's chest, let out a sigh and said, "Martin, I really
do wish you don't try to change yourself back into a man, because I really do
love you now."

"Well, Mel. To tell you the truth, I have no desire to change back into a
man. At least, not anymore," said Martin, after she had gently placed her
hand on Melissa's head. "Besides, I really do love you, too."

And then, after they had snuggled-up to each other, both Martin and Melissa
had fallen asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, on the very next day, both Carl and Rachel had agreed to walk to
the warehouse, for they had figured that the fresh air would do wonders with
helping them think of ways to Martin get his lost manhood back.

"Well, Rachel? Got any ideas inside that head of yours?" asked a curious
Carl, just before Rachel had turned her head towards him and answered,
"Nothing so far. How about you, Carl?"

"Same thing with me, Rachel," answered Carl, after he had taken a deep
breath. "But at least, one good thing came out of this whole mess. We don't
have to do any more weapons work for the U.S. Military."

But then, as soon as they had arrived at the warehouse, the two friends had
discovered a note taped on the door, which said, "Carl and Rachel -- If you
guys were trying to think of a way to change me back into a man before you
recieve this note, please do me a favor and don't bother, because Melissa
and I are now more in love than ever before and we're going to Canada to
start our new lives together. Now, I know that with the U.S. Military running
the show, it'll be impossible for us to see each other again under friendly
circumstances. But then, you never can tell. Anyay, just take good care of
yourselves and remember that I'll be in your hearts...always. -- Your good
friend, Marsha Lang."

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There are some people within Earth's entire history who do agree that there
is nothing stronger than true love. But could the future generations of our
own population be able to continue living by that saying like we are doing
today?
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THE END!

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